Heart Of A Fighter

Fitting Components

Damien entered the house with Lavender in his arms bridal style. They were both laughing at another girl who made an attempt to talk to Damien, but he turned her down, telling the girl his 'fiancé' wouldn't be too pleased.

"Muffin, you're washing my hair," he grinned, placing her down when they were in the bathroom.

"You're a grown ass man. You should be able to wash your own hair."

The more he smiled the more she found it captivating, his lips curving into a crooked smile and the dimple on his chin deepening. "But we're a couple, remember?"

"And?" She waited for him to embound on his statement.

"AND couples wash each other's hair!" He laughed, tickling her. She tried her hardest not to laugh, but it started from deep within and exploded. He joined her in her laughing spree, kissing the top of her head.

She stepped back, tying her hair into a messy bun. "Can you at least be more convincing?"

Damien lowered his hands at the side of her head, trapping her in front of the wall but Lavender always had her way. "You got me there...Muffin."

After continuously having to remind him that she didn't want to be called muffin she stopped. It was like the more she told him no the more he heard yes.

His lips were about to crash into hers, but she was faster and turned to cause him to smooch her hair. She wiggled her hips against him as her laughter filled the luxurious bathroom. He was about to close his hands on her, but she dropped lower and slid between his legs.

"Lavender, why do you torture me so?"

She blew her nails and then stared at them as if she had just got her nails done. "I don't do meaningless sex; and we're still in the middle of a game."

Damien threw his hands up in a tantrum, giving Lavender the exact reaction she wanted from him. "Fuck the game!"

She walked up to him, trailing her index finger from his lips down to his growing shaft and bit her lip. "Now where's the fun in that, pookie bear? If I had known that you were a quitter and a loser, then I would've chosen a much more fitting component."

He pulled back grunting at her words and began to strip naked, not waiting on Lavender's consent, and threw her off her game. She lowered her head with wide eyes and he smirked.

"Umm...leave your pants on."

"Umm...nope," he mocked. "You should be happy to see such a magnificent creation." He pulled his pants down, but she stopped him. He rolled his eyes. "Turn away at your own risk." As she turned, she heard him mutter how immature she was.

"Done," he called out a few seconds later. When she turned around she caught sight of his butt cheek, but then he pulled up his tight boxer briefs.

"Were you checking out my butt?"

Lavender smirked, crossing her arms across her chest, purposely arching her breast higher. "Maybe....wait!" Her seductive mood was changed into bewilderment at the sight of his boxer briefs. "Is that Christmas trees?"

Damien lips slightly opened, his eyebrow raising up then he looked down. "Yeah, Von gave it to me for Christmas."

"Wow, that's....peculiar." She looked down at the ground where his pants were, but instead of one, she saw his sweats and basketball shorts. "So you had extra pants on this whole time? No wonder you went to the BEACH with sweats."